Meanwhile, somewhere in the far north.. far from Shawn and the variants.*Chapter 1 From today onwards, I am a Royal Prince**Translator:** Transn ******Editor:** MehSmart felt as if someone was calling him."Your Highness, wake up..."He turned his head away, but the sounds he had heard did not disappear, instead they became even louder. Then, he felt someone gently tug on his sleeve."Your Highness, my Royal Prince!”Smart opened his eyes immediately. He did not see any of the things he had grown familiar the screen was gone, the desk was gone, and so too, was the wall which he had plastered with Post-its. They were replaced by strange scene-rows of small brick houses, a round public Square that was crowded with people, and a door-shaped gallows that was erected in the middle of the public square. He was seated on an elevatedplatform from across the square. The chair he sat on was not his usual soft swivel chair, but instead, a cold and hard iron chair. Sitting alongside himwas
For a period of time Roland locked himself in his room as he carefully reviewed the memories of this new world,such that dinner had to be sent directly to him by his servants.Roland suppressed his fear of the unfamiliar environment he found himself in under his strong will to live. He was very clear that if he wanted to blend in and avoid being suspected by the people around him he needed to get more information as soon as possible.Roland had to say that the fourth prince had, apart from fooling around with some other sons of the nobility, no additional things in his brain.Over and over again, Roland was unable to remember any valuable information such as knowledge of the aristocracy,the political situation in his own country, or the diplomatic situation with his neighbours. As for basic common sense, such as city names, or the years of significant events, they were completely different than the history of Europe he knew.It seemed that based on his memories, the old Roland had had
Roland swallowed the last piece of fried egg from his breakfast, took a napkin and wiped his mouth before saying, “So you are saying that you are worried that the Witch Cooperation Association will hear the news that the witch did not die and hence will try to rescue her?”“It is as your Highness has said,” Barov stomped as he exclaimed, “If the prisoner had died it would be bad enough, but now she is still alive! If those witches are even crazy enough to steal babies on the chance they might become future comrades, how far do you think they'd go for someone who has already become a minion of the devil? With how recklessly they behave, attempting a rescue wouldn't be surprising."Roland was confused, he had always felt that there was something amiss about this situation. Why were the Assistant Minister and the Knight Commander so scared of witches?The woman who should have been hanged was a witch,right? The woman who was so thin it was as if she would fall when the wind blew? If sh
"The Second Law of Thermodynamics: Heat can never pass from a colder to a warmer body without causing other effects, or it is impossible to convert heat from a single source into work without causing other effects, or entropy always increases in an irreversible heat reaction."Roland carefully wrote this down using the language of this world. At a glance, the text resembled a moving earthworm, and he really didn't understand how the locals could learn so many complicated characters.If asked which of the physical laws was the most depressing,Roland would definitely choose the second law of thermodynamics. It states that heat will always pass from high to low temperatures, thus adding chaos to order and increasing entropy. Eventually,everything will become nothing and the universe will become morbidly silent.Somehow, this world was exempt from the issue of increasing entropy. It could produce magic power out of nothing, which was much more impressive than a perpetual motion
The fire rose from under her feet but soon faded away.This was already her twenty-third attempt.And she had failed again.On Anna's forehead beads of sweat constantly arose, but she just used the back of her hand to swipe them away, and the crackling sound of rising flames immediately sounded out again.With no stops to rest, the end of an exercise was followed by the start of the next one. The witch uniform lay at the side, neatly folded, If Anna had not insisted on doing so, her new uniform would have already been burned to ashes.Fortunately, with Roland's identity as the 4th prince, getting a few spare robes for her to use was not difficult. He had his maid Tyre deliver a whole bucket of robes, gathered by the maids for Anna to use.The twenty-fourth practice had finally been effective, the flame was no longer rising from her feet. Instead, it appeared on her hand. She gingerly moved her arm, to try and have the flame go to her fingertips, but the flame suddenly shook twice and
The weather had been bad all week, and the sky was always gray. Karl van B**e's mood was just like the weather: gloomy to the extreme.As he walked down the wet stone street, people greeted him from time to time-Karl ran a school in this town. Unlike the Kingdom of Graycastle, where only the children of noble could go to school, here he taught r the children of ordinary people.Therefore, he had a very high reputation in Border Town. "Hey,Mr. van B**e, good morning. ""Sir, is my son doing all right?""When are you free, Karl? Let's go fishing together."Usually, Karl would always smile and respond to them, but today he just nodded, never saying a word.He had just witnessed Anna's hanging, so in his eyes there was a crack in the once-perfect world-or this crack had begun to form since his departing from Graycastle, but he deliberately turned a blind eye.He used his busy work to numb himself, and to a certain extent,he even used the innocent smile of the students to mend this crack."Un
Caen, Isona, and Dion gazed at the screen, wondering what Vega had to show them when a video started playing.In the video, a young silver-haired boy could be seen. The boy only looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old at most. The boy was wearing a basic robe, lying on a bed. Machines were connected to him.They observed the video and noticed how the boy seemed like he was being tortured. There were three more people in the room that looked like scientists. The video ended as the boy stopped moving as if he was dead. The Scientists left the room. Some maids came, wrapped the boy in sheets, and carried him outside.Vega removed his hand from the screen as the video ended. Gazing back at his people, he calmly asked,"What did you think about that video?""What was that video? Some scientists doing experiments on a kid, or was it torture?" Caen asked.He continued,"We already know humans are cruel. Nothing new. Why should we care if a kid was killed? Unless... There's something that
"Yeah, The Delta Force of AFP is assigning a lot of their members in Erygas. I believe that it should be for Shawn, Vega explained to Caen."If they think that Shawn might turn up there, then there might be a reason behind it. I need you and your team to go to Erygas and keep an eye there. If Shawn comes there, under no circumstances shouldhe be caught by AFP."Dion also finished reading his file."I need to go to DRF? I get it. I will arrange everything," he commented, agreeing without any questions."Yeah. Shawn was tortured in DRF. He might go there for revenge. We can't ignore the possibility. Since that place will be a warzone if Shawn comes there, I need our strong forces to be there to help him. You will be on standby there." Vega nodded his head."This can be a good method to increase goodwill with him."Isona was pretty silent reading her file. She didn't say anything and simply nodded her head."Good. That's it for today. The file has everything you need to know to carry out